‘Danny’s going to kill you,’ I threatened as he mashed his hand over my heaving mounds. ‘Danny won’t fuck with me,’ he laughed as he force... both hands under my sweater. He quickly pulled my sweater up exposing the weighty swells of my bra encased breasts and then reached around trying to unhook the bra as I struggled helplessly to stop him. ‘Please stop,’ I whimpered clawing at his broad shoulders as my bra snapped open. His hands slid easily under my loose bra and he fondled my naked tits as I. I watched the expressions on his face. The way his hands held me down. The beads of sweat he wiped from my face. The gentle way his tongue entered inside of me. The way he gazed deep into my eyes during penetration. He caught my every movement. He heard my every sound. And I found that I knew nothing about him. And I found that it didn’t matter. His hands slid over my breasts, over my ribs, and down to my hips. His fingers were pushed into my mouth and I felt his finger prints on my tongue. And. I drifted away from the reality of what was happening to me and began to focus only on the rush of new sensations running riot through me. The stimulation from my new bi-sexual friends raised me to levels of passion I’d never experience before. It was all new and exciting and overwhelming. My orgasm began where someone’s tongue was stroking my clit and burst through me like the sun through a hole on a cloudy day. Blinding brilliance flashed behind my closed eyes as my muscles cramped and. “Belinda prefers we be called the Crisis Management Committee, and Darlene wishes us to remain nameless.” I scanned my notes before continuing. “Our quartermaster does not have an opinion, and Alice wants us to be some sort of tribal council with a Cherokee name I can’t even begin to pronounce.”I scratched my head. I shouldn’t have skipped the post-mission shower. “We don’t need a fancy name. We’re just a group of folks doing the best we can. Let’s keep it simple. Okay?” I returned to my seat.